Game of Traitors | A BNHA Fanfiction

Flags and Alliances

A/N: I'm back...again. Please enjoy this chapter, because it was really hard to write.

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"Yes, so make sure you lay low, and watch out for Katsuki Bakugo."

I wish I could perfectly describe what is happening to me. My body is tremoring like a fish out of water, yet freezing in place at the same time as my heartbeat accelerates. Shivers run down my spine, my stomach doing backflips inside of me. I think I'm going to throw up. My eyes freeze open, jaw dropped. Sweat dampens my forehead and my mouth goes completely dry. A large lump forms in my throat, as I try to choke back a sob. I'm going to have to... become a murderer, to see my friends die. All because of a game.

"Oka-okay" I stammer, tears pricking at my eyes. My hand tremors on the shiny doorknob, making it move rapidly. My vision is becoming more and more blurry, my eyes warmer from the salty tears building up.

I'm already imagining it. The bodies, the blood, the life draining out of my friends as their entrails paint the walls of this god for saken temple.I need to stop. I'll just break down.

"I'm sorry I had to tell you now. But it will be useful." Hawks said, looking down. He then pulled out a large bottle of Jack Daniels and a small crystal glass.

"Why didn't anybody tell me this?!" I clench my fists, my teeth gritting as fear shoots through my veins, rattling me. I showed up here out of nowhere, was forced into this competition, and now I'm finding out I might die?! I was suspicious of it since the Role Ceremony, yes, but I didn't think it'd really be true.

"They do. Why do you think they keep talking about people getting 'eliminated'?" Hawks asks, as he pours his drink into the glass.

"Why didn't you tell me anything? I thought it was like a normal game show where you get voted off and go home!" I yell,  a strong crack in my voice. My cheeks heat, as I sniff strongly, my nose getting really runny.

"I thought you knew. I mean, how did you even get here? I played cards with nine other people at a house party. I then fell out of the sky and got here with a carriage. If it's the same way I did, you should've gotten suspicious from the first minute," he says in a hushed tone.

"But you could've told me just in case!" I let go of the doorknob, walking closer to him, where he's drinking. I don't care if the others hear. They're going to have to learn at some point. My cheeks are too wet to hide anyways. They'll ask what's going on.

"Youre right, I'm sorry about that. But what matters is that you know that now, you tell the others, and protect your Lover," Hawks says, pouring another glassful of whiskey.

I clear my throat. "What if we decide to just...not kill anyone? Won't they like...give up? I mean, we are on TV and people will get bored." I ask, pressing my hand to my chin, thinking.

"Can't do that, I'm afraid," he mutters, taking another sip of his drink.

I scratch my head, eyes freezing open. "What, why?"

"Because there's the Traitor. His card specifically states he must kill someone every challenge."

"How do you know that?" I raise my eyebrow.

"When me and my Lover got to the end of the game, it was just us, the Decoy and the Traitor. We eventually killed him off and won. When you kill someone, their card will be announced via megaphone, along with the little message underneath. That'd how I know, at least. Or that's how it was in my game" He mutters.

That makes a lot of sense. That's why they're called the traitor. They... betrayed the others by killing. But they're forced to do it. Either way, I need to find the Traitor, and fast. Before he kills off anybody.